But I didn’t see him again.I didn’t see him until late next afternoon.I'd stopped the car at a sleepy little junction just across the border into Oklahoma to let a train pass by when he appeared across the tracks,he was leaning against a telephone pole.It was a perfectly airless, dry day.The red clay of Oklahoma was baking under the southwestern sun, yet there were spots of fresh rain on his shoulders.I couldn’t stand there!Without thinking, blindly, I started the car across the tracks.He didn't even look up at me.He was staring at the ground.I stepped on the gas hard, veering the wheel sharply toward him.I could hear the train in the distance now, but I didn’t care.Then, something went wrong with the car.The train was coming closer.I could hear its bell ringing and the cry of its whistle!Still he stood there.And now I knew that he was beckoning, beckoning me to my death.
